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At five o'clock, they had some cookies, ostensibly for Claribel, since Mrs. Wilson could not stay to tea; and then, when the little maid had taken hers out to the front steps, Lucindy broached a daring plan, that moment conceived. "Say, Jane," she whispered, with great pretence of secrecy, "what do you think just come into my head?
"I think Lucindy will have something to say, if she is like most women, and you will find the burdens much lighter, for sharing them between you. Don't worry about that, but get well, and go home as soon as you can." "All right, ma'am;" and Joe proved himself a good soldier by obeying orders, and falling asleep like a tired child, as the first step toward recovery.
On the way home, she walked sedately, and carried her hat with the utmost care. At her grandmother's gate, she looked up shyly, and spoke of her own accord, "Thank you, ever so much!" Then she fled up the path, her bundle waving before her. That, at least, looked like spontaneous joy, and the sight of it soothed Lucindy into a temporary resignation; yet she was very much disappointed.
"Here!" he piped up, daringly, "you want a whip." Lucindy smiled upon him benignly. "I never did believe in abusin' dumb creatur's," she said, "but I'm much obliged." She took the switch and rode on. Now Mrs.
Well, I don't understand your lingo; but ef you're a-goin' to stay here, I don't see why you don't hitch hosses with Miss Lucindy." Monsieur Leclerc looked up astonished. "Horses, my friend? I have no horse!" "Thunder 'n' dry trees! I didn't say you hed, did I? But that comes o' usin' what Parson Hyde calls figgurs, I s'pose.
She had the same dull and unhopeful look that her house had. "Does Mrs. Gall live here?" "I do," said this person. "Is Cynthia at home?" The woman, upon this, raised her voice, and directed it at an inner door. "Lucindy!" said she, in a diversity of tones; "Lucindy! tell Cynthy here's somebody wants to see her."
Mother was living in the old home, alone, with a daughter of Grandma Bisnette. It was her wish to live and die under that roof. She cooked me a fine supper, with her own hands, and a great anxiety to please me. 'Come Willie! said she, as if I were a small boy again, 'you fill the woodbox an' I'll git supper ready. Lucindy, you clear out, she said to the hired girl, good-naturedly.
His courage returned then, and he turned toward her with resolution in his voice and eyes. "Lucindy," he began. "Miss Kennedy, please," interrupted Lucindy with cutting emphasis. "I'll be darned if I do," he replied hotly. "What's the matter with you? Since going to Minneapolis you put on a lot of city airs, it seems to me." "If you don't like my airs, you know what you can do!"
The bell clanged; and Miss West, a portly woman, came in from the back room, whisking off her apron in haste. "Oh, that you, Miss Lucindy?" she called. "I've just been fryin' some riz doughnuts. Well, how'd the flowers suit?" "I haven't quite made up my mind," said Lucindy, trying to speak with the dignity befitting her quest. "I just come in with little Claribel here.
Wilson; and Claribel responded properly, "No, 'm." "There!" said Lucindy, watching the precise little back across the hall, "Now le's talk a mite about vanity. You reach me that green box behind your chair. Here's the best flowers Miss West had for what I wanted. Here's my bunnit, too. You see what you think."
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